2-98 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Volume Two, Chapter 98: Grade Battle Author: Hantang Return Updated: 2025/7/14 20:30:01 Word Count: 4017 "We're fine. Our injuries have healed, and thankfully, there were no lasting effects. Honestly, the situation was dangerous, but we came through it unscathed," Vinnie explained. "I understand," Mireysha replied. She didn’t press Vinnie for details about what they had encountered because anything significant enough to be noticed by the academy and to prompt an inquiry by Dean Moorin Kate was clearly serious. "Then, Vinnie, perhaps you should take a few days off to rest," Mireysha suggested. "And the same goes for Aisfyss. I'll talk to her about it." Vinnie looked surprised. "But I'm fine, see?" He attempted to prove his point by flexing his minimal muscles. "Resting is my instruction to you," Mireysha insisted, her gaze steady and sincere. "Uh, alright, I understand," Vinnie acquiesced, knowing that once Mireysha made up her mind, it was hard to sway her. "By the way, during this time, did Aisfyss learn about your secret?" Mireysha suddenly asked. "No, not at all," Vinnie quickly replied. "For various reasons, I couldn't reveal my Fasri Bloodline, so Aisfyss has no idea." There were, of course, additional reasons that Vinnie chose not to disclose. Letting Aisfyss know that he, Vinnie, was actually Vanessa would be disastrous, considering Aisfyss' infatuation with Vanessa. If Aisfyss found out that the person she admired was actually him, she’d be furious. Moreover, Vinnie wondered, would their relationship become awkward or distant due to this revelation? Avoiding such uncomfortable situations was crucial, so he resolved to keep the truth hidden. "I see," Mireysha nodded. ‘Virtue +100.’ ‘Current Virtue: 3644.’ Why did this add to his virtue points? Vinnie pondered, assuming that Mireysha was worried about his safety and the secrecy of his powers. "It’s important that as few people as possible know about your secret," Mireysha continued with a serious tone. "For your safety, you understand?" "I understand, Mireysha," Vinnie nodded. "So, if that’s all, I think I'll go rest now?" "Wait." As Vinnie turned to leave, Mireysha called him back. "Is there something else?" Vinnie inquired. "What I said earlier was influenced by someone else's perspective and I misunderstood," Mireysha admitted with a slight cough, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Oh, it's no problem at all," Vinnie replied reassuringly. "Everyone knows that hearing isn't as reliable as seeing for yourself. But sometimes, even what you see might not be the whole truth." "I won't hold it against you. Your perspective is completely understandable," he added, aiming to soothe Mireysha's concerns. "Anyway, it's been a while since we've seen each other. But you’re busy today, so let’s put off catching up until later. I'll treat you to a meal sometime," Vinnie proposed with a lighthearted grin. A meal together? Mireysha recalled the last time they had dinner, then afterward worked on tasks together back at the dorm. Her face flushed slightly with the memory. Was Vinnie hinting at something? Should she agree? But saying yes outright might be too forward. Mireysha lowered her head a bit, trying to gather her thoughts. ‘Virtue +200.’ ‘Current Virtue: 3844.’ "This... I’ll think about it," Mireysha said awkwardly. "But after dinner, let's not... that sort of thing, although... it isn’t appropriate." Vinnie blinked, bewildered, trying to understand what she could possibly be implying. "Wait, what does ‘that sort of thing’ mean? I’m confused." Mireysha blushed furiously, realizing Vinnie hadn’t understood a word of her cryptic insinuations. ‘Virtue +300.’ ‘Current Virtue: 4144.’ “Okay, I’ll just keep working. You should go rest now,” Mireysha urged, hoping to end the conversation before her embarrassment could deepen. "Uh, okay. See you, Mireysha. Take care of yourself," Vinnie said, cradling the documents as he left, still puzzled by her behavior. "Senior, I got the files," Vinnie announced upon his return to the student council hall. "Great job," the senior member acknowledged. "By the way, the president, Mireysha, told Aisfyss and me to take a few days off to rest... so, you know?" he hinted, hoping for some understanding. "Oh," the senior nodded, seemingly understanding why Mireysha had given such instructions. "Alright, you take a break for the next few days." "Hehe, well, since it's an order from the president, does that mean..." Vinnie looked towards the senior with a mischievous grin. "Alright, alright, I get it. Your pay will be issued as usual, okay?" The senior gave Vinnie a sidelong glance. "Thank you, senior! I always knew you were both beautiful and kind!" Vinnie quickly expressed his gratitude, his words sweet as honey. "I have no choice, really. Call me small-minded if you want, but I have a family to support, after all, with mouths to feed..." Vinnie wasn’t exaggerating too much; though he didn’t have seniors to look after, a certain mischievous white-haired spirit was indeed awaiting his care. "Okay, enough already. I've granted you paid leave. Now get out of here; your face is annoying me," the senior waved her hand dismissively, shooing him away like a pesky fly. "Hehe," Vinnie chuckled as he cheerfully left. The practical exam had concluded, and the next event to determine their practical scores was the grade-level battle. However, their grade wasn’t only judged on victory or defeat; performance played a significant role too. After all, there was no guarantee that one wouldn’t end up matched against an opponent several times stronger from the outset. Imagine a struggling student going up against someone like Aisfyss—they’d score a zero without trying! Since Vinnie and Aisfyss had completed their practical exam at the last minute, the grade-level battle commenced soon after, with little time to rest. Other grade levels might have three or more battles, but the first-year battle comprised a single match—win or lose. That day, Vinnie took his number and headed to his allocated arena for the lottery draw. Although meeting an opponent vastly superior wouldn't necessarily result in a zero, combining their previous outstanding practical exam results with strong performance scores, he hoped to rank higher. Thus, Vinnie silently hoped not to end up in the same arena as any of the destiny-bound female protagonists. Yet, upon reaching his arena, hope fizzled at the sight of a certain elegant figure standing amidst the crowd— a figure with white hair. Alas, a potentially great day ended with the sight of Little Miss White Hair Nut. Vinnie sighed and shook his head. "Good morning, Vinnie. It's been a few days. Did you sleep well last night?" Aisfyss quickly spotted the familiar blue-haired figure in the crowd. She approached with hands clasped behind her back, slightly leaning forward, a mischievous smile playing across her lips. Today, Aisfyss stuck to her usual attire— a short skirt school uniform paired with sheer black stockings. Yes, Aisfyss adored black stockings, which perhaps related to her impeccable fashion sense. The silver hair, contrasted against black stockings, created a striking visual impact. "Yeah, pretty good, though what's tonight gonna be like is another story," Vinnie said, casting a glance at Aisfyss. "Maybe nightmares won't be off the table." "Oh? And why would you say that?" Aisfyss feigned confusion, playfully tilting her head. "Aisfyss, do you have a magnet just like mine attached to you? Why do I keep running into you no matter where I go?" Vinnie took a deep breath. "With the number of arenas per grade, was it really necessary to end up in the same one as you?" "Vinnie doesn't want to see me that much? Oh, I’m so hurt," Aisfyss pretended to wipe tears, clearly overacting just to mess around. "Ah? Is that you, Blue Hair Ugly? It’s been ages. Are you in this arena too? What number are you?" Vinnie was still talking to Aisfyss when a familiar, high-pitched, childlike voice called out from behind. He didn’t need to turn to guess who it was. "Who's the ugly one now?" Vinnie turned to face a certain golden-haired little imp. "Who else? Of course, it's you!" Milian pointed her finger at Vinnie, her glee palpable. "Oh, you were calling me? My apologies, I didn’t get it initially," Vinnie replied politely, much to Milian's surprise since he typically retorted. Wait, something's up! Milian then noticed Aisfyss laughing discreetly behind Vinnie. ‘Virtue +30.’ ‘Current Virtue: 4174.’ Wait, calling her an ugly one—wasn't she implying that this ugly one was talking to who?! It dawned on Milian finally, and she fumed. ‘Virtue +100.’ ‘Current Virtue: 4274.’ "Alas, not only is the ugly one unsightly, but adorably foolish," Vinnie sighed, feigning resignation. "Aaagh! You pesky Blue Hair!" Milian practically growled, seemingly longing to lunge at him with her tiny feline teeth. To be honest, how could this naïve little fool stand a chance against the king of banter, Vinnie of Camela? "You, ill-mannered Blue Hair, you better hope we're not drawn as opponents!" Milian growled. "Oh, and if not? Are you going to repeat last time's spectacle of losing in public again?" Vinnie raised an eyebrow. 2025/07/04/21/15